A Brothers Love Ch.3 Pt. 2
A Brother's Love
Chapter 3, Part 2
Warning: in this story there will be an excess amount of language. There will also be various scenes of blood. You Have Been Warned.
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Previously, a terrorist group took over my hometown's mall. Ten hostages including my beloved brother, Jamie, have been taken. Unless their demands are met, they'll be executed. They have given the president two days to get the job done. They are ruthless and will do whatever it takes to get what they want. But there's one they thing they didn't factor into they're plan: Me.
My Name is Marty Drake. These are the longest two days of my life.
I entered the service door to the Wal-Mart to face my enemy. I came entered into the electronics section; no guards from what I could see. I kept my pistol level and kept all senses on high alert. Across the store, I could hear sounds of Russian laughter. As long as they paid no mind to this side of the store, I was fine with it.
When I last talked to dispatch, they said the president was in contact with the Russian Kremlin and alerted him with news of our situation. Fat lot of good that does us now, dumb asses.
I walked down the long aisle of electronics, listening for footsteps, or some other signs that I had company. I came to a small cardboard box just before the major intersection into auto-motives. What I found made me throw up just looking at it.
A young woman, not 20 years of age was lying in a pool of her own blood. She must have put up quite a struggle; she had scraped and scratched knuckles and an empty gun in her hand. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't bulletproof. She had 12 bullet rounds to her stomach, all of them through and through. She managed to take 3 guards with her though. I shut her eyes and got a blanket from across the way and covered her lifeless body in respect. I continued my merry way up the toy section, following the body trail.
Poor people, all of those poor people. These motherfuckers were so gonna pay for what they did, and I was gonna make sure of it.
The entire place was like a damn maze. I could hardly tell where the bastards were. The only way I could find them was the smoke the was rising to the ceiling. They were somewhere near the clothing department. Which, fortunately for me, was near the gun section, yet far enough away to snitch something. But as if luck was spitting in my face, the guns were guarded by two Russians. Then I remembered the cell phone I had. When I was searching the numbers, I found it had some interesting ringtones on it. I could use it as a distraction and take one of those fuckers out at the same time.
I arrived on the outskirts of the hunting section and set off the phone with quite a loud rendition on ACDC's Highway to Hell. I jumped up to the hanging tent and waited for my prey to come to me. I heard one of the Russians break from the patrols and come to my position. He looked all around then saw the phone. He cocked his gun and began searching the area. He passed below me and in that instant a million voices were racing through my head. 'Does this guy have family?' 'Kill him now! Or he'll hurt jamie!' 'Maybe he didn't know he was gonna be part of this!'
'He knew damn well. KILL HIM TO PROTECT JAMIE!'
I drew my knife, dropped down behind him and slit his throat. Blood spewed like a pressurized fountain all over the counter and register. He turned to face me in a dying stupor and got blood on my face. With a final agonizing gurgling noise, he fell dead to the floor. I wiped his blood away from my eyes with my hands and then the reality of what I had done sank in. I just ended a life. I cut his rope and let his soul fall into despair. It got so hot right then, then I realized I was crying. I heard a noise coming from down the aisles so I picked up what gear I could use from him and hid myself on the aisle top shelf, well out of view.
The second Russian came out of the shoe department. He was larger and would need some "coercing" to go down permanently. I grasped my knife in a stabbing position and poised myself to pounce. My tail twitched with anxiety as I felt my heart stop beating when he rounded the corner and rushed to his comrade's side. I felt my body fall on him and my hand stab him in the heart. I felt his warm blood oozing onto my hands as I whispered to him before he gasped his last breathe, "This for all Those Children you murdered you sick son of a bitch!"
I let his lifeless body slump to the floor in a heap. This time it didn't get hot, I heard no voices. This time, I was out for blood and revenge. And I got it. The knife in my hand looked so strange to me. So alien. A part of me couldn't believe I just took two lives, and....and yet I knew it had to be done. I pulled some clothes off the rack and wiped my face clean of the blood and broke open the gun cabinets. Now, I was getting somewhere.
"General!"
Sixclaw turned to Ashka.
"Sir, we are receiving a phone call from the outside. It's the president."
Jamie and the other hostages looked up and whispered amongst each other. One of the guards growled to silence them and they quieted down.
"Madame President! Congratulations on your election. I must say you looked lovely at your inauguration."
"Cut the pleasantries, wise-ass. Just how many people have you killed today?" President Addams asked.
Sixclaw snickered and replied, "Many. There are only ten left alive with us now. And we intend to release them once you have relinquished your government to ours, and become a part of the new Soviet Union."
"You know damn well I can't do that. Your Kremlin refuses to give up his powers in Russia, and I already have one of your nukes. One of our agents, Agent Drake, recovered it an hour after your telecast. Only a matter of time before we find the others."
"Yes you will Madame President. If you cannot find a way, my operatives have orders to detonate on command from me." Sixclaw retorted.
President Addams cursed under her breathe. She knew she had no intentions of giving the U.S. over to Russia. On the other hand she couldn't let those people die.
"How long do I have to surrender?" Addams asked.
"Two days. Well, a day and 9 hours to be exact." Sixclaw retorted with a laugh.
"I'll call you back when its done." Addams replied.
"We look forward to your call. Goodbye Madame President." Sixclaw said.
Addams hung up, and her cabinet just looked at her complete shock at what she just promised. She smiled at them and said, "Oh come on! That was just a trick to get us some more time! Now get to work! No one else is dying today.*
Back in the mall, Sixclaw and his warriors were celebrating.
"Ah, Sixclaw my friend! You have done it!" , Ashka happily growled.
Sixclaw simply smiled and said, "When were on our way home to put me in power, ill believe it. But! Lets party a bit anyway!"
"HAHAHA! I knew you couldn't resist!" Ashka yelled.
Over at the hostages, Jamie just stared with blood-craving eyes. He's never hated anyone so much. He turned to the other hostages and saw that the wolf mother was trying to calm down one of the pups. He wouldn't stop crying, he was so scared.
"Sweetheart you must calm down!" The mother said with her own tears.
"I...w-w-wanna...g-g-g-go home!" The little boy cried.
One guard yelled, "HEY! Shut that brat up or I'll kill it!"
"I Can't! He's too afraid! And he's hungry, we ALL are!" The mother cried.
He walked over and grabbed the pup and put the gun to his head making him cry more.
"C'mere you little shit! I've been itching to kill something!" He roared.
"NO!" Jamie screamed with rage.
The guard looked at Jamie and roared at Jamie, "You wish to die too, Fox!?"
"Let me try to calm him down. And if I can't, you can kill me." Jamie said with anger.
The guard threw the boy into Jamie and said, "do it!"
Jamie took the boy by the hand sat him down. He dried the boy's tears and placed his hand on the boys cheek.
"Hey kiddo. What's your name?" Jamie asked.
*sniff* "Blake. Who are you?" Blake asked still crying.
"My names Jamie. Now Blake, do you have any favorite superheroes? Anyone you wanna be like when you get big?"
*sniff* "Yeah. The Doctor from Doctor Who. I like Doctor Who." Blake said, quieting down.
"Really!? The doctor's my favorite too! And you know what? I'm sure he'd love that you wanna be like him when your big!"
"You think so?"
"Yeah! You need to be brave not just for me or your mom, or the rest of us, you need to be brave for him. But you need to stop crying and be good for your mom okay?"
Blake blinked and wiped his eyes, then said with a smile, "Allons Y!"
Jamie hugged him and sent him to sit with his mom. The guard just stared in wonder and just shook his head and walked away. The mother looked at Jamie and mouthed the words 'thank you'. Jamie smiled back and whispered, "Brother, where are you?"
Rounding the corner to the electronics section of the store I relaxed when their were no sentries or bodies and searched for thing I could use. The only things I could use were a couple laser pointers and a sound effects noise maker. I pulled out a roll of duct-tape I pulled from the hardware section and attached my laser to one pistol, and one rifle. Easy enough using the handyman's secret weapon. I remembered my clothes were soaked in blood and looked down and decided to go change a bit. Figured if I was gonna, you know, help save the country, I might as well look good right? It was a short stroll over to where my size was. I couldn't believe what I found.
I forgot the Sci-fi-Con was here this month. There on a stand was a complete Head to toe Eleventh Doctor Uniform. I have the Tenth and was intending to buy the Eleventh when Jamie and I got here. We had some "ideas" for the bedroom like what would happen if the Tenth and the Eleventh... never mind. Save it for later. I pulled it from the rack and hit the dressing room.
I came out looking quite smart and full of myself. Looking in the mirror, I smiled and tied the bow tie and took off. I heard celebrating and shouting in the smoking part of the store. I grabbed my rifle and peer down the scope and saw they were celebrating. Uppity pricks. I saw one guard picking on the hostages and then saw him one grab one of the children. I loaded the barrel, ready to take the shot, then true to his kind nature, my Jamie stepped in. Damn! I forgot how loud he could shout! I could hear his "no" from here. He sat with the kid for a sec then the guard just walked away. I smiled to myself and got down from my perch.
Then from behind, I heard a roaring charge. I turned and dodged the knife meant for my throat. In front of me was a very large stoat and he was pissed. He was one of them. He said, "Wonderful! Now I have the chance to become the Boss's right hand man!"
I dropped my bag of supplies, took my stance, and growled, "Don't fuck with me sweetheart!"
He charged and tried slicing my neck again. I dodged his attack easily, but he recovered and elbowed me in the stomach, knocking me against the wall. The boxes on the top shelf fell down on top of my attacker, stunning, so I speared his ass into the adjacent aisle making him drop his knife. I punched him once, twice, three times in the face, making his nose and lip bloody. He responded with a headbutt and a punch to the stomach. He locked his left hand around my neck, and punched me hard, knocking me stupid. He then threw me to the floor and looked for his knife. I saw the release for the aisle shelves and waited till he came back over to slice me. I pulled a dirty play and kicked hard down south. THAT got me some time. I kicked him in the stomach, then punched his face, then Drop kicked his ass right into the release mechanism, releasing everything on the top shelf, mostly gardening tools, making them fall and impale him to the floor. One went through liver, which I knew gave him only 15 minutes to live. He cussed and spit at me, knowing his end was imminent so he didn't want to show fear. I grabbed his collar and whispered in his ear: " You've only got 15 minutes and I want you to message this to your boss: The Doctor, is coming for him."
I pulled my pistol and fired 3 shots and heard the General and his men rushing to the dying Russian. I saluted the Russian and took of for a closer spot to Jamie and the others.
Sixclaw and Ashka were throwing punches at each other, laughing and wrestling when they heard 3 gunshots in the distance.
"Ashka! Get the men, and come with me." Sixclaw shouted, "You two men stay here and guard the hostages, and stay on high alert!" With that, he grabbed his rifle and took off alongside Ashka and the others.
They arrived near where the shots came from and four soldiers fanned out.
Ashka muttered, "This is where Vanko was patrolling. Where has he gotten to?" The general called on the communicator: "Vanko, come in." Nothing. "Vanko, respond." Still nothing. Then a soldier called out from four aisles down. "Sir! Come quickly."
What Sixclaw found made a shock of fear run through him. Vanko was impaled to the floor and bleeding everywhere, staining his uniform with blood.
"Vanko! Oh my friend, who has done this to you?!" Sixclaw gasped.
"A..civilian....survived..*cough*" Vanko sputtered.
All the guards looked at each other In surprise and started whispering amongst themselves. Ashka shushed them and let the general continue.
"What did he look like? Tell me! Tell me his name!" Sixclaw said earnestly.
"He...*cough*...gave...me...a message..*cough*" Vanko gasped.
"What message?" Ashka asked.
With a final gasp, Vanko shouted, "He's The Doctor! And he's Coming for you!!" , then died with a bloody gurgle. Sixclaw shut the lifeless eyes of his comrade and lowered his head. Ashka looked with concern at the general and waited for orders. The general slowly rose to his feet and roared in anger, making an echo all around. He then glared at his soldiers.
"You will search every inch of this damned store until you find this fucker. You will overturn every rack, tear down every shelf, search every bathroom. And when you find him, beat him until he can no longer stand, then beat him even harder. Then when he pleads for death, you will bring him to me!!!!! GO!!!!!"
The soldiers shouted 'Sir' in unison and began their search. Sixclaw turned to the shelf beyond his comrade and kicked it over.
"Madame President" It was the secretary of defense.
"Hm?", she muttered.
"Madame President, our operatives have recovered two more nukes and have secured them. The last one has also been located and our operatives our on route to intercept."
"Mr. Secretary we can make no room for error. If we screw up we'll have a nuclear disaster on our hands."
"I know ma'am. Our best soldiers are on the job. They won't fail"
She turned back to the window and looked down across the lawn at the many agents scurrying about. Then, an agent burst in through the doors out of breath.
"Madame president, you are not going to believe this. We've got a man on the inside of the mall where Sixclaw and his goons are." The agent said.
"What?! Who found this out?" Addams said with surprise.
"Our men at he scene outside the mall received a call from the local police precinct dispatcher. He says a kid named Marty Drake, Agent Drakes' son, was inside when the attack happened. He survived and is now in the Wal-Mart hot zone with the hostiles. The dispatcher also said Agent Drakes' other son, Jamie, was a hostage. He was the boy from the terrorists' broadcast. There are 10 hostages in all, all alive. He also said both of the boys were trained in military combat and most military skills."
"My god!" She said with a smile, "Gentleman, we have a new hope! Call Agent Drake. I'm sure she doesn't' know about her sons. Call her back to the white house."
"Yes Ma'am!" And he was gone.
"Mr. Secretary. Get that dispatcher on the phone and get the boy's number from him. I wanna talk to Marty within the hour!" Addams barked.
"Yes Ma'am!" And he was off.
Jamie and the other hostages relaxed when the general left only two guards. The iguana girl began to whisper to the others, hoping for a miracle.
"We don't need a miracle. My brothers coming to help." Jamie said with his eyes closed.
"Oh will you shut up about your damn brother? He's dead. Just like the rest of the others in the mall." The ferret woman smarted off.
The bear man growled at her and she cowered back with her boyfriend.
"You make him sound like a god. What makes him so special?" The bear said.
"He is god to me. He has saved my life so many times, I've lost count. Both of us are trained to protect each other in every way possible. My mother's an agent in the white house, and my father's a former bodyguard. If we can't kick your ass, we'll kill it." Jamie said with heart.
"How well trained?" The bear said.
"Military, black ops, survival techniques, CQC, you name it, we know it." Jamie replied.
"You would trust him with your life?" The iguana girl said.
"Yes." Said Jamie.
"Well nothing else has helped. Do you really think he'll come for us?" She asked.
"I know he will." Jamie replied. She smiled and relaxed back into laying down.
Jamie didn't know what to do. These people were scared and if he tried something, the guards were on high alert. They would open fire and the hostages would be dead. Then he heard the one voice he had been longing to hear. The one voice he knew would come.
"Jamie!"